[Intro: Justin Credible & KYLE]
You know what time it is, man
We got the headphones on, the mic's are checked (Phew)
We here to do it for hip-hop, baby (Yeah, haha)
KYLE, let's touch down on these motherfuckers, man
I got you bruh (Why not?)
Let's go (Yeah, haha)
Yes, sir, sheesh
[Verse: KYLE & Justin Credible]
Yo, yo
Look, nigga, I've been high for so long
I mean, honestly, I forgot what being cold is 'bout
But ask the coldest ones
They said I'm the coldest out, that's without a doubt
Geez, sellout seats from Belize to my granny house (Mmh)
I was on my granny couch, listening to Nip
Chuck Taylors with the blammers out, really tryna plan it out (Okay)
Shit had got real, and K-I-D, hе had to man it out
Niggas always ran they mouth, now they run my fan account (Woo, haha)
You versus mе, that's a mismatch, forget that
Unicorn like Kristaps, y'all niggas ain't with that
Party like a rock star? Pssh, boy, missed that
Your crib is so small, you niggas couldn't throw a kickback (Phew)
Just sit back, try to witness greatness, my guy (C'mon)
Patience, my guy
You lookin' anxious, my guy (Uh-huh)
I went from F-D-C-B to A-List, my guy
All by myself, so I know that these niggas hate it, my guy
But it's cool though, fuck bro, that niggas trash
His SoundCloud comments say, "That niggas ass"
They say they finna do this, and do that
But when I see them, it's like 6ix9ine at O-Block, "The fuck is y'all at?" (Where y'all at man? Haha)
Huh, who bro? You bro? Is there anything that you would like to do, bro?
"Nah, it's cool, I'm kind of a pussy too, bro"
But, unlike you, bro, I try not to say shit if it ain't true though (Mmh)
So, no, I'm not a gangster, but you're not either
I'm doing pop numbers, nigga, I ain't Bieber (Facts)
I made hits left and right, and I ain't Jeter
And I broke up with the rap game 'cause I ain't need her (Haha)
Now I'm on my Will Smith shit
I be with Daruso so much, it feel like we triplets
Yeah, we getting digits, could you mind your business?
We just made a business, Creature Comforts downtown
Try it, it's delicious (Yes!)
Album finna drive me sick, I'm really vomiting (Mhm)
My hard drive feel like It's got a bomb in it
The comments coming commonly, I feel like common sense
So I don't give a fuck about what someone's commenting
I made a long way from Cavaliers to foreign cars
They be tryna stop me, but I'm always going hard
Hey, shoutout to my ex, I really wish you the best
My new shorty's a ten, I'm smiling again
Let's go
You know what time it is, man
We got the headphones on, the mic's are checked (Phew)
We here to do it for hip-hop, baby (Yeah, haha)
KYLE, let's touch down on these motherfuckers, man
I got you bruh (Why not?)
Let's go (Yeah, haha)
Yes, sir, sheesh
[Verse: KYLE & Justin Credible]
Yo, yo
Look, nigga, I've been high for so long
I mean, honestly, I forgot what being cold is 'bout
But ask the coldest ones
They said I'm the coldest out, that's without a doubt
Geez, sellout seats from Belize to my granny house (Mmh)
I was on my granny couch, listening to Nip
Chuck Taylors with the blammers out, really tryna plan it out (Okay)
Shit had got real, and K-I-D, hе had to man it out
Niggas always ran they mouth, now they run my fan account (Woo, haha)
You versus mе, that's a mismatch, forget that
Unicorn like Kristaps, y'all niggas ain't with that
Party like a rock star? Pssh, boy, missed that
Your crib is so small, you niggas couldn't throw a kickback (Phew)
Just sit back, try to witness greatness, my guy (C'mon)
Patience, my guy
You lookin' anxious, my guy (Uh-huh)
I went from F-D-C-B to A-List, my guy
All by myself, so I know that these niggas hate it, my guy
But it's cool though, fuck bro, that niggas trash
His SoundCloud comments say, "That niggas ass"
They say they finna do this, and do that
But when I see them, it's like 6ix9ine at O-Block, "The fuck is y'all at?" (Where y'all at man? Haha)
Huh, who bro? You bro? Is there anything that you would like to do, bro?
"Nah, it's cool, I'm kind of a pussy too, bro"
But, unlike you, bro, I try not to say shit if it ain't true though (Mmh)
So, no, I'm not a gangster, but you're not either
I'm doing pop numbers, nigga, I ain't Bieber (Facts)
I made hits left and right, and I ain't Jeter
And I broke up with the rap game 'cause I ain't need her (Haha)
Now I'm on my Will Smith shit
I be with Daruso so much, it feel like we triplets
Yeah, we getting digits, could you mind your business?
We just made a business, Creature Comforts downtown
Try it, it's delicious (Yes!)
Album finna drive me sick, I'm really vomiting (Mhm)
My hard drive feel like It's got a bomb in it
The comments coming commonly, I feel like common sense
So I don't give a fuck about what someone's commenting
I made a long way from Cavaliers to foreign cars
They be tryna stop me, but I'm always going hard
Hey, shoutout to my ex, I really wish you the best
My new shorty's a ten, I'm smiling again
Let's go
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